9MissReaperDeath: Hi everyone, it's me. Your favorite reaper girl, back at it again with these updates. College is over for me, and I'm stressed thinking about the final grade. But I'm taking a break from stressing (I'm actually not…) to bring a new chappy out! Enjoy.
"YAHOOOOOOOO OH MAMA!" Ross screamed out of nowhere, making Rosemarie flinch as her eyes cracked open. Sunlight filtered through the window as she wavered to her feet, finding herself alone on the cushion within Matia's room. Where did they go? Rosemarie slowly blinked, wiping the drool away from her chin.
"R-Really?! Matia, this is great! You're going to have a friend!" Baisley shouted excitedly as Rosemarie perked up. Friend? What friend? She groggily staggered to her feet, stretching herself out before walking out into the hallway where she saw Ross performing his happy dance while Bay joined him, spinning around while excitedly laughing. Matia sat on the couch, looking rather bored and a little unhappy.
"What's going on you guys?" Rosemarie asked, looking at the clock before her eyes bulged out of her head. "BAY! Get outside, right now! Don't you dare miss the bus!" Rosemarie shouted as Bay grabbed his lunchbox, running out of the house while excitedly cheering towards his bus stop. Rosemarie zipped outside, watching him just barely make it to his bus stop before the bus turned the corner to pick him up. She let out a relieved sigh before turning to glare at her stupidly grinning older brother. "Why are you so happy? And who made his lunch? It better not be a lunchable."
"It's a lunchable. But guess what? We're getting another Extraspecies!" He excitedly grinned, widening his eyes out as if presenting a gift, as Rosemarie froze in place, processing what he just said.
Another Extraspecies already? Rosemarie felt her eye twitch. No, they JUST got Matia.
"WHAT?!" She shouted, startled before looking over to Matia who looked away in annoyance.
"I was calling the complaint line the entire night and instead of Matia being taken out, Ms. Smith finally answered and said that she could work in a herbivore! Isn't that awesome?! It's going to be a goat!" He grinned, pulling out his phone and looking at some photos of goat chicks while grinning excitedly. "Rosemarie, check out that rack! This is going to be awesome!"
"You're disgusting," Rosemarie instantly retorted at him. She felt sorry for those on the complaint line.
"What are you talking about, this will be great! And until the goat's room is set up, she'll be able to stay in my room." Ross grinned excitedly with stars in his eyes, trembling in excitement.
Rosemarie rolled her eyes. This female goat would most certainly not be staying in Ross's room. If anything, most likely the goat girl would be staying in her room. Rosemarie sighed, glancing to Matia, wondering if the Basilisk was alright. She'll have to check on him later.
Her gaze returned to her brother, the idiot scrolling through his phone. Was there a way to prevent this? Probably not. It's already done, and there was no point in talking sense in Ross, though, so she just smacked Ross square in the chest, "You almost made Bay miss the bus!"
"Hey, that was his own fault," Ross cheerfully pouted without the slightest sense of remorse, though he was rubbing his chest. Her right jab was said to be amazingly painful.
"You're just as responsible for him as I am. So do your job right," she scowled.
"Oh don't be such a scrooge! Missing a day of school wouldn't have killed him. Bay actually wanted to stay and meet our new roommate. Oh well, he'll just have to wait to come home to meet the cutie." He grinned as, moments later, a large U-haul truck parked out front.
The speed of this agency is almost frightening, Rosemarie thought as she just watched the workers climb out the truck. Ross grinned in excitement, leaping past Matia as he glued his head to the window excitedly. Matia let out an irritated sigh, walking past Rosemarie and into the kitchen. Concerned, she followed after him.
"Matia, are you alright? You've been wearing that frown since I got here," Rosemarie noted as Matia carefully opened the cupboard, holding a cup. She took the cup from him, with the Extraspecies giving her a confused look. Quickly, she got a water bottle out of the fridge, pouring it into the cup and handing it to him. "What's gotten your tail in a knot?" Rosemarie asked as she set the bottle of water onto the kitchen counter in case he wanted more.
"Just irritated of how that male likes to treat me like some sort of possession and toy." He said with a low bearing hiss, clearly containing himself as he sipped on the water.
"You have every right to be, and I'll kick Ross's butt later for you, but you're not bothered by another Extraspecies coming here?" Rosemarie asked as she leaned against the kitchen bench, raising an eyebrow at Matia. He tipped his head back, tapping a finger to his lower lip.
"Hrmm~ not really." He said with a shrug, seeming uncaring either way before pausing, "ah, the program said to at least attempt making friends. I guess I could do that." Matia said, flicking his long tail to either side in thought.
"This is so awesome, I can't wait!" Ross cheered, bounding over to the door and opening it for the movers. Rosemarie rolled her eyes noticing Matia pawing at the honeydew melon they had in the kitchen. Grabbing her knife, she reached over and began slicing it up for Matia as a mover with a shiny badge on his shirt came inside.
"Mornin' folks. We're just here to start setting up the room. Pardon us." The man in the front said as a long line of men began walking down the hall with furniture and other necessities for a room into the space besides Matia's room.
"Hey man, do you know when the chick will be here?" Ross asked, catching the attention of the manager for the room.
"Chick?" He asked, staring at Ross. After studying him for a few moments he boisterously started laughing, "ah, you mean the Extraspecies. I'd say about … ten minutes or so?" He said, looking at his watch.
"Awesome." Ross grinned as the manager let out a gruff laugh before heading towards the renovating room.
"I wonder what this goat Extraspecies is gonna look like," Rosemarie asked with feign interest, watching Ross pace around to burn off some energy. Matia was currently stuffing his face with the juicy melon slices.
"Hey, I'm going to go hop in the shower real fast, let me know when she gets here." He grinned before looping down the hall and leaping into his bedroom quickly to make himself look more presentable.
Rosemarie let out a heavy sigh before she tied her hair up into a small bun. She went straight to her room, collecting the scattered papers from the floor and neatly stacking them together before returning to the living room. Matia was placing the cup and the empty fruit plate in the sink, and their new roommate hadn't arrived yet, so Rosemarie went ahead and sitting on the couch while Matia stretched himself out over the couch before laying his head in her lap, pointedly looking in her direction. Despite the blindfold it felt like his gaze and burning right through her.
" … what?" Rosemarie asked as she raised the papers above her gaze to look at this suddenly needy Basilisk.
"Pet me." He said, turning over to give her his back while he laid over her lap to keep her from escaping.
"You're a Basilisk, not a dog," Rosemarie refused initially, looking at him. Lizards are sort of related to a Basilisk, right? You don't see people petting them very much.
"Please, Ms. Host?" He asked with a teasing smile as his tail flipped around, curling around her wrist gently and motioning her closer to his shoulders.
An amused grin left her as she began petting him, the papers set aside, rolling her palms around his shoulders and up the back of his neck. He let out a pleased hum and melted under her working hands, clearly pleased as his eyes slid shut while he smiled.
After a few minutes of this, Rosemarie looked outside and saw a trailer park in front of the house. She watched as Ms. Smith opened the back, allowing a rather tall, four legged goat Extraspecies hop out of the back. Her eyes bulged wide open, seeing the goat sporting red, gold and green checkered leg warmers along with a bow and quiver on his back. She held in her hysterical laughter, thanking Ms. Smith in the back of her head as she saw the goat clearly be a male.
Rosemarie remained smug as she got up, leaving a sleepy Matia on the couch as she opened the door, finding Ms. Smith approaching with the other Extraspecies.
"Ah, good morning, Ms. Rosemarie. I hope Matia is fitting in nicely with the home?" Ms. Smith asked as she stepped inside with the curious goat man looking around the house with a smile.
"Yes. He is. And Bailey adores him," Rosemarie cheerfully says with a big smile. This was going to be hysterical.
When the goat Extraspecies saw her he brilliantly smiled, trotting over to her. She bent back a bit, finding him to be easily two or even three feet taller than she was. He leaned down, taking up her hand with a smile.
"Top of the morning to you, lass. It's a pleasure to meet you." He said with a deeply enriched Irish accent.
"Rosemarie, this is Doran. He is a feral goat from the highlands of Ireland. We know he is a mixture of both a goat and a ram but we are not sure just by how much. In other words, he's a mutt - in the hooman sense of the word." Ms. Smith cheerfully smiled introduced as Doran stood to his full height. He had short black hair and a nice arrangement of clean cut beard trailing along his jawline with a small goatee on his chin. On either side of his head were large curling and magnificent ram horns along with the ears of a goat as well. His body was startlingly well sculpted, lean but muscular feeding into the rest of his body which was that of either a goat or a ram; the hair was long and thick with the main part of his belly being a light tan but his legs and belly a rich black.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Rosemarie." Rosemarie squeezed Doran's hand before letting go when a folder was pushed towards her, courtesy of Ms. Smith. Ah, must be Doran's information.
"I know Doran will be an excellent fit in your home and I hope you will take excellent care along with him and Matia." She said as Doran spotted the sleepy Matia on the couch. He trotted over to the couch, circling it once to get a good look at his roommate before he looked back to Rosemarie and Ms. Smith.
"I thought you said there'd more more of them, love." He said as his ears twitched, listening to the sounds of the house.
"My grandparents are away for the time being and Ross is in the shower. Bay already left for school but you'll see him this afternoon when he comes home." Rosemarie assured as the goat Extraspecies cheekily grinned.
"Sounds great! Mind if we go for a short walk, lass? I want to take a look at the neighborhood here." He asked, crouching down a bit and looking outside through the window.
"Oh, of course. Maybe you want to come along, Matia? It's supposed to be a warm day," Rosemarie offered, and spotted Matia with a soft frown across his face as he sprawled all over the couch.
"Hrmmph … I'm going to go take a nap on the roof instead. I'm sleepy now." He sleepily stretched as Doran hopped outside, already eager to start bounding off soon.
"Best you go hang on to him. He likes to jump to really high places so be aware of that." Ms. Smith lightly smiled, "go ahead with him; I'll stay and get Mr. Ross's signature." She happily smiled.
"I can sign it now," Rosemarie held her hand out, knowing that once Ross finds out the gender of the Extraspecies, he'd refuse.
"Alright, just sign here." Ms. Smith said as she handed the pen and paperwork to her. Rosemarie quickly signed the paperwork before Ms. Smith glanced outside, seeing Doran crouching down a bit. "Might want to hurry up, he looks like he'll start running soon." Ms. Smith teased as Rosemarie looked outside, startled as Doran shot up into the air and out of view. "I'll lock the door for you. Just be quick to get to him, alright?"
"Did he just jump?!" She hurried outside, feeling her skin grow warm with nervousness at the idea that she had just lost the Extraspecies in less than five minutes. She looked up at Doran balancing on the telephone pole easily as he looked around the neighborhood with an excited grin. Oh hell no - !
"Dude what the fuck - !" Rosemarie shouted up to him, shocked as Doran turned her way. What if he falls?! Ross isn't here to get the blame pinned on him if Doran does fall!
"Not doing anything wrong up here, just taking in the view!" He happily laughed, standing up on his hind quarters as he more excitedly looked around the neighborhood. "Not very green here, is it?" He called back down before he leapt right off of the telephone pole. Rosemarie let out a startled scream as he landed heavily on the ground, making a few hops before he came to a stop and started looking up for something else to jump on top of.
"Hold it!" Rosemarie shouted, grabbing his arm and trying to hold him in place. Doran chuckled, beginning to walk around her in circles, dragging his host on her feet. What the heck? This guy is strong!
"Come on then, I want to see the neighborhood!" He grinned, dragging her with ease along with him down the sidewalk. "Anything good around here to look at, lass?" He asked, excitedly taking in the sights and sounds of everything around him.
"The park," Rosemarie suggests after a moment of thinking, "it's a good place to run. It's...greener there." At the mere mention of running, Doran visibly brightened.
"Good then! Let us head to the park then." He said, lightly jogging in place in his excitement as he visibly tried to calm his excitement. "Lead the way, lass!"
"Um, sure. It has a great scenery you might like." Rosemarie let out a pent up breath, finding herself relaxing as she began walking. However, seconds later, she had a heart attack when Doran suddenly jogged away from her at lightning speed. "DORAN!?"
"Meet you there, love!"
"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE WAY, DORAN - COME BACK RIGHT NOW!"
"You were right, much greener here than the city," he said, trotting ahead of her down the sidewalk as he looked around at the trees, "not so many mountains out here, are there?" He asked, turning around to wait for Rosemarie to catch up.
"N-no, there isn't, sorry," she stopped right next to him, placing a hand on his arm, taking in a breath. "y-you run pretty fast…" Fast was an understatement.
"Course I do, lass! More fun than walking too slow." He teased as he hopped along the path and marveled at the trees surrounding him. "Where I grew up was mostly mountains and shrubbery, no trees really." He said as he slowed his pace again, waiting for Rosemarie to catch up. His ears started twitching as he turned around as some young men and women from the nearby high school jogged past them, many of them staring at Doran before they kept running, dogged after by their coach running behind them to make them speed up. "What is this?" Doran asked, trotting after them a small bit before turning around and returning to Rosemarie's side, "they part of a team or something then?"
"I think … they're running some miles as some gym class assignment," she said, a bit unsure. She doesn't really know what school they were from, and she actually attended school in Italy, not America. She only knew how American community colleges worked.
"Do all humans get along fairly well?" He asked, hovering over near her and walking rather close to her.
"That's...kind of a hard question to answer." Rosemarie scratched the back of her head, really unsure of how to answer that.
"How so?" Doran asked rather curiously. Rosemarie hummed in thought before opening her mouth, ready to answer her before one of the high schoolers finally decided to point out the goat Extraspecies.
"Oh my GAWD is that a goat?!" Someone shouted, drawing their attention as they looked over at a multiracial band of adolescent teens heading their way. Rosemarie groaned, rolling her eyes. Really?
"Seriously?! That's sick!" A guy jumped in as they looked up at Doran, appearing to be admiring him as he circled the group of kids as well to get a better look at them.
"Top of the morning to you, laddies an' lassies! Where are you off to?" He asked with a friendly grin as they all laughed.
"Omigod he sounds so funny!" One of girls said as she pulled out her phone and quickly took some pictures. Rosemarie felt very uncomfortable, but Doran didn't seem to mind.
"What are those, plaid leggings?" Another laughed, sounding almost shocked as Doran continued to trot around them without a care for their pointing fingers at all.
"Shit, is that an actual bow and arrow?" Someone asked, reaching out and tugging on it as Doran took it in stride.
Oh those little frick fracks… "Hey! Aren't you guys apart of that gym class or something?" Rosemarie asked as she walked up to them with a harsh glare, "go on and catch up instead of gawking like a bunch of idiots!"
"Oh fuck off out of here, lady!" One of them said, brushing her off without a care. Instantaneously he was lifted into the air, startling him as Doran gave him a light toss away, making him stagger before catching himself.
"Be nicer to the lass, won't ya laddie? The lass here's ma host." Doran proudly grinned before tussling the young man's hair.
"Hey, fuck off you stupid goat!" The man snapped back, smacking Doran's arm away as he stood at ease still.
"Keep your hands to yourself, did your parents raise you like a pair of animals?" Rosemarie hissed, earning a pair of glares from the prissy teens. Might as well knock them off their high horses. She hoped Bay never grows up to be some prissy teen boy.
"Why don't you just mind your own business!" The student jogger growled back at her. His chest swelled in pride when his classmates rooted for him with nods and short comments. Rosemarie rolled her eyes.
"Maybe you should just keep on running, little boy." Rosemarie placed her hands on her hips. She felt very idiotic, making the situation escalate a bit more than it had to, but it bothered her with how easily this jogger was just making fun of Doran.
"Make me," The jogger growled as he approached Rosemarie, trying to intimidate her. As if he could, Rosemarie couldn't stop staring at his awful job of shaving. A patch of hair here, another there. Wow.
Before Rosemarie could even say anything, Doran stepped between the group and Rosemarie, using his thickly coated body as a shield before he swept Rosemarie right off her feet and into his arms.
"We can have ourselves a quarrel if you'd like later laddie, for now let's leg it!" He cheekily grinned before darting down the road, easily leaping over obstacles as his running consisted more of jumping.
She let out a shocked cry as they sped down the trail, feeling the speed of him just running getting to her."Doran! Slow down, slow down slow down slow down!"
"Calm down there, lass!" Doran heartily laughed, leaping up high onto a telephone poll before rather expertly balancing himself, "those boyos were fun, weren't they?" He asked with a cheerful grin before he leaned forward, leaping from pole to pole before they quickly reached home. With a small jump he landed on the sidewalk, shuffling Rosemarie around before setting her on her feet. "That was so much fun, lass! It's going to be happy here, I tell ya." He said, ruffling her hair a bit before going ahead and trotting inside the house. Ross's scream was heard not too short after, most likely mortified at finding the second Extraspecies to be a male as well.
"Th-That was Ross, wasn't it? Ah, crap…"
"What the hell is this?!" Ross shouted as Rosemarie stepped inside, seeing a surprised but still smiling Doran looking down at a flabbergasted and furious Ross.
"What is what?" Rosemarie asked as she tried to play it off coolly, but was obviously failing.
"Don't act like you don't know! Where the hell is the hot goat chick?!" He asked, directing his furiously shaking hand in Doran's direction as he was helping himself to Ross's sandwich without him noticing.
"Sorry, your majesty, but it looks like you aren't getting your...hot goat chick." Given an angry look from her spoiled older sibling, Rosemarie sighed, "bro, come on. Why are you so obsessed with getting a hot Extraspecies?"
Before he could angrily retort, Doran reared up behind him, hooking his front legs over his shoulders as Ross staggered, almost immediately taken down by the weight but he amazingly held Doran up with sheer luck.
"Mind giving me a rub down, laddie? I hear hosts are very good at petting." Doran asked with a happy grin as he finished off the sandwich with a cheerful smile. "Oh, and who's room am I staying in for the night? My room won't be done until tomorrow." He added on, letting up a bit and letting Ross stand up straight now but Doran kept his hooves crossed over Ross's chest, keeping him still.
"Get off of me! Guh!" Ross was frantically trying to shake him off, but Doran stayed on strong with that brilliant smile of his. "Rose! Tell him to get off!"
Rosemarie crossed her arms, staring at the furious face of Ross, and the happy expression on Doran's, "I don't think I should. Doran looks pretty happy-,"
"ROSE!"
"Maybe if you asked nicely, Doran would let you go himself," Rosemarie snapped as Ross stared at her with a shaken fury, noticeable by his quivering bottom lip.
"We'd be good pals, you an I." Doran smiled cheerfully, finally releasing his grasp without having to be directly asked. Ross stumbled forward shivering in apparent disgust as Doran trotted past him, taking a look at the hallway before the door opened, revealing Bay. The moment their gazes met, Bay gasped in excitement.
"Are you the new Extraspecies, Mr. Goat?!" He shouted, throwing his shoes and bag to the side as he ran up to him.
"And who might you be?" Doran asked, crouching down onto his knees before pulling Bay into a tight hug, lightly laughing as Bay tugged on his horn.
"That's so cool! Your horns are huge and curly!" Bay marveled as Doran stood up, setting Bay on his back as he gripped his fur, grinning happily. "Ross, Ross look! This is so cool!" He shouted as Doran trotted down the hallway, bouncing Bay wildly on his back as Doran grinned, clearly enjoying himself.
"Yeah, cool, cool," Ross half heartedly responded with no excitement whatsoever. Rosemarie struck a quick punch to his side, causing Ross to stand up straight, "Yeah, so awesome! So cool!" Rosemarie gave a quick nod and Ross scowled before heading to the front door, "I'm going to the mall or something. I don't wanna eat here."
Rude. "That's fine, I don't cook for meanies," Rosemarie shot back as Ross took a moment to look back at her with a scoff before he left, slamming the door behind him for good measures. How petty could he get? Rosemarie rolled her eyes.
"Seems like a bit of an eejit, ain't he?" Doran said as he hopped into the kitchen, clipping and clopping away with Bay bouncing on his back while loudly laughing and grabbing onto a line of fur along his spine.
"I have no idea what that word means, but yeah." Rosemarie said as she spotted the folder for Doran on the kitchen table. Ew, more to read. She hadn't even finished reading Matia's. "Where does the time fly? I didn't realize it was time for you to come home so soon, Bay. How was school?"
"It was great! Everyone was so excited when I told them I was a host!" Bay excitedly trilled, hugging Doran from behind as he stood up straight, letting the boy get his balance back.
"Really? That's nice," Rosemarie smiled as she hurried to the fridge, getting a look at the contents before closing it. Looks like Bay drank most of the juice boxes again. "Don't go bragging a lot, okay?"
"Can I have some juice?" He asked, seeing Rosemarie going through what remained of the juiceboxes in the fridge.
"You drank, like, seven of them yesterday, Bay. You'll be visiting Mr. Toilet all evening if you keep drinking that much," Rosemarie playfully notes as she reaches over and ruffles his hair.
"Pleeeeeease!" He begged, clasping his hands together in a begging motion.
Don't do the puppy eyes, Rosemarie found her eyes twitching. With her bearings and resolve, she finally found herself strong enough to overpower the infamous puppy eyes. "Bay, no. Drink some water."
A loud yawn from the hallway sounded as Matia entered the kitchen, appearing sleepy still. "That male screams awfully loud." He complained, stepping inside as he looked over to see Bay riding the newcomer. "Why was he screaming?" Matia asked, glancing between Bay and the fridge where the remains of the juice boxes he and Bay had yesterday were.
"He's been throwing a tantrum ever since he found out that the goat Extraspecies was a guy," Rosemarie snorted as Doran seemed to grin, as if Ross' predicament was hilarious.
"Hmm~ that so? Does that happen often?" Matia asked, tapping Rosemarie on the shoulder to make her pay him attention. When she looked away from the fridge, Matia's long slender tail wrapped around three of the juice boxes and withdrew them from the drawer.
"Well, yeah, he has this sort of thing where he thinks that since he's older, he can do what he wants," Rosemarie shrugs. Ross was also stubborn, and add those two awful personality traits of his together made it a pain to live with him. Bay didn't seem to be bothered by Ross, only when sharing the television and choosing whether they get to eat McDonalds or Chick-fil-a.
"How bothersome. The strongest is alpha, not the oldest." Matia miffed, holding his tail by Doran and Bay with the juice boxes.
"There anything we could do to change his mind about us?" Doran asked as he took an offered juicebox, giving one to Bay before Matia took one himself.
"Of course not; old habits die hard-," She said, pausing as she saw all three of them sipping on juice boxes while staring at her. "Bay Santini, Matia, and Doran. When did you slip those juice boxes out? When I said no, I mean no."
Doran and Bay pointed to Matia and the Basilisk pointed to the fridge with his tail, acting as though that answered her question simply enough. Rosemarie let out a heavy sigh, not having the strength to take the juice boxes back now that they were all already half empty anyway.
"I'm not buying any more juice for a week." She decided as punishment. Bay let out a gasp, clinging to his juicebox.
"Sissa, no! I'm sorry!" Bay cried as he took little sips to savor the flavor of the apple-cranberry juice box.
"I know you are, but what are they?" Nodding her head to the two Extraspecies, Rosemarie kept her poker face on. They didn't even have a look of regret, they just stared at her in confusion while sipping on the juice boxes. " … clearly not sorry at all."
"Nope." Matia stated, happily continuing sipping on his juicebox.
"Should I be, lass?" Doran asked, sounding confused.
Like a kettle screaming out steam, she brewed in her erupting anger. They are clearly thinking she was some kind of a joke, weren't they? "Excuse me? But when I say Bay cannot have any juice, he cannot have any juice! I would really appreciate it if you don't just hand him a juice after I said no." They're making her look like the bad guy in just a split second. She didn't appreciate that.
"I hear ya lass. I'll be more careful." Doran sighed, flickering his ear and sipping on his juice as he looked away, clearly not liking having been scolded. Matia did not answer and instead walked out of the kitchen, appearing to be ignoring her.
That's just disrespectful. Rosemarie merely gave Matia's retreating form a glance, placing her attention on Bay, who was looking at her with confused eyes.
"Sissa?" Bay called out and Rosemarie blinked out of a daze she didn't even remember slipping into. With that, her ice cold protection barrier that helped against the terror of a little boy's puppy eyes broke down and she was done for.
"I… fine. Drink the juice, I don't care." With that, Rosemarie stepped out of the kitchen, hurrying up the stairs to go straight to her room.
Bay let out a small whine, looking at the juice box in guilt. "I made Sissa mad…"
"I'm sure she won't be mad for very long, laddie," Doran assured the little tyke and Bay cheered up a bit.
"Do you like Transformers?"
The kitchen smelled heavenly of mushrooms, butter, and herbs. Rosemarie stood above the oven, her hands protected from the heat by a pair of old Christmas oven mitts, holding a big casserole dish. It looks about done. Placing it on the counter, she slipped off the oven mitts and placed it beside the glass dish. She was still mad, a bit humiliated, but mad nonetheless about the juice box incident hours ago.
Do they not know that she was the only one looking after Bay? Did they know that he wets the bed if he drank too much juice? Rosemarie didn't feel like scrubbing stains out of white sheets for hours again. She huffed out in frustration, getting the plates from the cupboard and set the table with ease from the years she done it. Ross was supposed to set the table, as he was assigned it by their grandparents, but he was always pinning it on her as he never showed up for dinner or even tried to do it. Lazy.
"Bay! Doran! Matia! Dinner!" Rosemarie called out loudly, grabbing a spatula and began serving one normal helping of the casserole, followed by two giant servings of it. She had another casserole cooking, knowing that they probably wouldn't be full with this. She glazed over her notepad that sat on the kitchen bench nearby. Matia's meal plan noted that he could eat small portions every day, but every three to four days he needed to eat quite a bit of fruits and meaty foods like bugs or raw meat. Doran's meal plan showed the goat Extraspecies can eat every day of the usual vegetables and raw meat. It would be fairly easy to figure out what types of food she'd have to prepare, but remembering when Matia's big meal days were would be a small pain in the butt.
"Dinner?" Matia asked, poking his head around the corner first as he sniffed the air, flicking his tongue out as he drew closer and sniffed the casserole directly. "Ah, I forgot. You humans must eat everyday to sustain yourselves." Matia noted.
"We eat three times a day. You haven't told me when your last feeding day was, but I read you can eat small amounts," Rosemarie admits as she wondered if he was going to go back to his room in silence. He's done it every time since he arrived, so she decided to get used to it.
"Everything you need to know is in the paperwork, Ms. Host. You'd learn an awful lot." He teased with a smile, surprising her by going to the table and taking a seat, sipping on his water.
Bay came bounding down the hall, hurrying into the dining room and taking his seat. In a split second she heard Doran clicking into the room, eyes on the plate that hasn't been claimed.
"Eat up," Rosemarie said as she left a pitcher of water on the table. Before any of them could say anything, she left to the kitchen and returned with the leftover juice boxes, almost slamming them onto the table. "Enjoy," she says through clenched teeth as she returns to the kitchen, turning the oven off and leaving to the living room. Sitting down at the couch with a tupperware of her share of the food waiting on the coffee table, she grabs it and barely eats much of it as she focuses on the folders that was left by Ms. Smith.
Let's see ... so Matia is a Basilisk? Never heard of it. She glanced through the summary of a Basilisk, curious.
"The name basilisk comes from the Greek basileus, which means king. The basilisk was the King of the snakes and the most poisonous creature on earth. His appearance has always been a matter of dispute since there is no way to see a basilisk and survive. Looking at it, according to legend, brings death."
... well, that's not creepy at all. All it took was a stare? That's a joke; it probably just means that he's venomous. Rosemarie curiously read a little deeper. A snake, huh? He didn't look like a snake; more like a lizard really. She's almost shook from her spot when a shadow looms over her from behind.
"Do humans not eat together as a unit?" Matia asked, plucking the packet right out of Rosemarie's hands and holding it out of her reach as he stared at her.
"Uh, what?" Did she hear him right? "Didn't you just ask me to read the documents? This is like the only time I'll get to read it. Now give it." Leaving the casserole on the table, she stands up from the uncomfortable couch and faced him with her hand held out, wanting the documents.
"If I'm going to be hosted by the proper sort of humans that deserve to host an Extraspecies then I expect them to adhere to human customs. I am here to learn about humans and I'm going to get just that through this program. Now sit with your family unit; you may read on your own time." He said, tossing the documents back onto the couch before pushing her towards the dining table.
She wanted to argue with him so badly but the second Bay spotted them, the boy beamed so brightly Rosemarie felt blinded. Without a word, she took a seat next to Bay as Matia took his seat once more.
Dinner carried on with Bay excitedly holding a conversation with Doran the entire time, with Matia taking a part of it when he was spoken to or if he had something to say. Rosemarie sat in her chair, leaning on the table as she listened to the entire conversation. It was mostly Bay blabbing about his favorite things, such as Transformers, Spiderman, chicken nuggets... Sometimes Bay would ask about their favorite things, and they would respond with Doran saying archery and Matia saying reading. Several times Bay would glug down his juice before continuing to yammer on and on, almost gargling his words.
Doran once or twice chirped that the casserole tasted wonderful, while Matia simply asked why there was no meat. That only made Rosemarie roll her eyes playfully, but quickly made a reminder on her phone to go grocery shopping. Finally, while carrying the dirty dishes, two empty casserole dishes and the many empty juice boxes to the sink, she turned to look at Bay, "make sure to finish your homework, Bay."
"Aw but I wanna watch TV," Bay whimpered as he almost bolted from his seat to the stairs when Rosemarie turned around to give him this stern look, "I'm gonna do my homework! Bye bye."
"What is a homework? Could I taste it?" Matia asked, puzzled as his ears twitched at every step Bay took up the stairs.
"I don't think you can, laddie. We got 'homework' in those classes, remember?"
"Ah, right. Boring," Matia said as he stretched himself out with a sighing groan. They both glanced the kitchen where Rosemarie donned yellow rubber gloves, scrubbing away at the dishes. The dull sounds of plates and eating utensils cluttering together in the soapy suds filled their ears. Rosemarie stopped, glancing back to them with a confused look. It grew silent as Rosemarie slowly turned her head away from them, before Matia glanced his head to Doran. "Do you like movies?"
"I'll give it a listen, lad."
'You may read at your own time', Rosemarie mockingly chanted in her head as she flipped a page over. The tiny red numbers of her digital watch glared out that it was a quarter 'til four in the morning. With several essays and homework done late into the night after tucking a precious little boy into bed after four bedtime stories, she finally got around to reading the documents.
Trying to memorize Matia's feeding days, along with the formulas to solving physics, Rosemarie continuously felt as though someone was stuffing cotton inside of her skull that was suffering a pounding headache. The reading glasses resting on the bridge of her nose irritated her at every second that the lamp next to her in the living room was not providing enough light. Her bed sounded rather enticing, wanting her to stop reading and go straight to sleep.
As much as she loved to stop reading about the origins of the Basilisk species and fall asleep on the bed, the same bed she had lent the Goat Extraspecies to use for the night, she didn't want to once again tell Matia she didn't finish reading and earn that knowing look. It already put salt on the wound that Bay was adoring the Extraspecies.
I'm tired… I want to sleep.
As she finished the documents, finding herself forgetting all the formulas she had once memorized for next week's quiz, Rosemarie glanced at her watch, finding the red numbers to mock her while she leaves the living room.
6:48 A.M.
There was no point in sleeping when she had classes at 9 in the morning. Knowing that she still had Doran's document to read, it fills her with dread. She heads to the bathroom to get her morning routine done, as she hadn't showered the previous day.
A cold shower didn't seem to help at all, and as she got dressed with her backpack ready, she headed to Bay's room to wake the boy up at 7:10 AM. He wasn't there, and though she panicked, she immediately knew where he was.
The boy was dead asleep when she found Matia and Bay in the Basilisk's room, the TV still playing some movie. She knew it. She knew it.
"Matia, why?" She asked, absolutely exhausted, and she wondered if it was worth it as he couldn't really see. There was a bowl empty, probably popcorn, and many empty bottles of juice - her juice - scattered around them. She picked up Bay, spying the sticky juice around the corner of his lips, "Matia, he can't stay up on a school night!"
Rosemarie didn't even wait for his response as she walked out, barely succeeding in waking up the sluggish boy.
With giving the boy a bath and then making him breakfast while putting together a lunch box, Rosemarie felt her energy drain away by the second. "Bay, I thought I told you not to stay up watching movies with Matias?" Rosemarie tried not to whine as Bay munched away at the toast, exhausted.
"I'm sleepy … ," Bay said, tottering in his seat his his eyes bloodshot and sunken in from having watched so many movies.
"Of course you are. This is what happens when you stay up very late twice in a row," Rosemarie scolded. She hated nagging, but it always comes out when stuff like this happens. Bay sleepily glanced to her, looking exhausted, and she was as well. Rosemarie felt like she was backed into a corner, especially when Doran came in, looking absolutely refreshed and chipper.
"Top of the mornin' to ya both," Doran happily greeted, fully awake and rearing to go before his eyes fell on the tired Bay. Concern bloomed in Doran's eyes as he turned to Rosemarie, "what happened to the little chiseler?"
"I... ," she felt like she was being judged. Trying to contain her rage, she grabbed the lunch box and tucked it away in the fridge. "You're not going to school, Bay. Come on, back to bed."
Bay was too sleepy to respond as she lifted him from the chair, carrying him out of the kitchen.
"Oh, no school? Hey, Bay, why don't we watch some more movies?" Matia said as he popped his head from around the corner with a happy smile, seeing Rosemarie carry the boy past him. His ears twitched, hearing Bay's tired groaning, "what's wrong with the little human? Is he sick?" Matia asked, trotting up to her as he flicked his tongue out towards the boy to try and taste if he was ill.
"He's not sick. He's exhausted," Rosemarie responded as she carried her little brother to his bedroom. The second Bay's head touched the pillow, he was out like a light. Tucking him in, she placed a kiss on his head before shutting off the lights. Leaving the room, she faced Matia, "when I said that children were fragile, did you think I said it as a joke?"
"No?" He said, tilting his head in confusion, "I don't understand what I did wrong. All we did was watch movies." He said as he folded his arms, scrunching his face up in confusion.
"Matia … as harmless as movie watching sounds, it's taking away precious hours of sleep that children like Bay needs," Rosemarie exhaustedly explained and when Matia continued to look confused, she just wanted to cry, "children need a lot of hours to sleep. Letting him stay up at night, to watch movies up until 3 or 4 in the morning, will make him exhausted and maybe sick. He won't focus in school or be able to play with his friends at recess. He needs to sleep regularly now, please." She didn't mean to sound desperate, "no more late night movie films on a school night."
"Hmm … I never realized humans were such high maintenanced." He said, sounding rather troubled, "so you humans need sleep every night?" He asked, tilting his head a bit.
"Yes, we do," Rosemarie answered, trying to stay patient. "At least, Bay does. He needs his full ten hours of sleep. Children need to sleep and eat right, or they won't grow up healthy." This was starting to sound like a health class. Did Matia not know that children required a lot of sleep?
" … the more I get to know about humans, the more startled I am to accept the fact you are an apex predator." He said with a heavy sigh, looking away from her in pity.
"Well I'm sorry that I fail to meet your expectations, Matia. It looks like we're going to be learning a lot about each other." Her patience was running thin, but she was grateful that it didn't match her tone, "but please, don't do this late night movie watching on a school night. Friday and Saturdays are…fine." Rosemarie didn't want to seem strict, and despite the fact that she wanted to ban late night movie watching, she knew that Bay would complain.
"Hmm … I should start trying to rearrange my sleeping schedule, then. I want to be awake while you humans are so I can better understand you." He said as his tail twitched back and forth.
She felt her breath escape her in surprise. Well … that was unexpectedly kind of him to say. Rosemarie did not know what to say to that. She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to calm her quaking headache.
"Thank you…" she barely let out.
" … I think you too should rest. You smell exhausted." He said, leaning closer to her before flicking his tongue out, tapping it against her cheek.
"How can you even smell or taste exhaustion?" She bitterly laughed before hurrying past him, "I have class in an hour, I don't have time to sleep, Matia."
"Bay is sleeping now and missing class, isn't he?" Matia asked, his face directed towards her.
"Well, his school and my school are different." She said as she walked straight to the living room, with her books all over the coffee table. She shoved them back into her backpack, making sure her wallet and keys were inside.
"So what makes him able to rest but you can't?" Matia asked with a tilt of his head.
Rosemarie shrugged on her backpack, grabbing her phone from the couch and went to the kitchen, finding some leftover lasagna from two nights ago in the fridge. She popped it in the oven, turning it on high. Doran happened to be there, and she passed him an apple while getting herself a bottle of water and a banana to eat on the run to school.
"I'm your host. I can rest on my own time," Rosemarie said as she checked the pasta. A bit warm. She hesitated in wondering if she should just pull it out, but decided to just leave it in. "Make sure to take it out in half an hour and eat it." They probably would forget, so she grabbed her phone and texted Ross to turn off the oven around thirty minutes if he was home. Just in case, she lowered the temperature. "Don't let the house burn down. See you in a couple of hours."
With her small breakfast in her hands, she hurried to the door, opening it and nearly jumping back when the door slammed close as soon as it was opened. Shocked, she glanced over and saw that Matia had closed it.
"You need to rest."
Doran's hands grasped her waist, snatching her up into the air. "He's right, little lassie. It's okay to bunk on your class."
Rosemarie protested as he carried her to her bedroom, seeing the legs of her broken and the bed slanting. She didn't even know what to say, of whether to demand him to put her down or to yell at him of what on earth he did to her bed. She almost gasped when he just dropped her on the bed and shoved the comforter over her. "Ack! Doran stop!"
"Your bed took a beating last night. The legs didn't support my weight, but you're quite knackered so I'm pretty sure you won't care too much." Doran patted the comforter as Rosemarie groaned.
"I really appreciate your concern, really…" Rosemarie shifted in her spot on the bed, trying to escape the prison of sheets, "but I swear I can go to class. So just…" Every time she shoved the blanket off of her, Doran shoved them right back, "Dora-aah!"
Matia had scurried into the room and settled himself on top of the slanted bed, nearly pushing out the oxygen in her lungs when the bed's remaining legs snapped off at the sudden added weight, causing the bottom of the bed to hit the floor. Rosemarie wheezed as Matia huffed, apparently not concerned with the completely broken bed.
"You're resting."
"It's my job to take care of you, you know." Rosemarie grumbled before reaching out to pat Matia's head. "Fine, fine. I'll go to sleep. Just, get off of me. You're really heavy."
"I don't believe you. Just make do for now," Matia huffs, almost childishly, as he refused to get off of her. "I expect once you wake up to get several pettings and a scale polish session for making me take on the role of the host."
"Same here, love!" Doran said as he trotted around the bed, picking a good spot to lean on the floor mattress, grinning at her. "It shouldn't be hard to make sure you get some extra sleep. Come on, shut them peepers closed."
Oh come on. Rosemarie groaned at the heavy shifting weight on top of her. This is so weird with having this Basilisk man on top of her. "Matia get off, come on! You're heavier than Ross, oh my gosh!" When he made no move to get off of her, she let her head hit the pillow. There's no way she can sleep with something so heavy on her. At least she thought, but when her heavy eyelids began to flutter close, she nearly zonked out immediately.
...and then she woke up to the smell of smoke.
Her eyes snapped open as she tried to sit up, only to find Matia dozing off on top of her. "Matia?! Smoke! I smell smoke! The house is on fire! Get off! Bay! Bay!"
"Hm…?" Matia lazily tilted his head towards her as she struggled against him. It made her scream that this dummy lizard slowly rolled off of her and she almost fell over the ground, tangled up in the comforter. How many did he layer onto her? She's literally caterpillar crawling out the door, trying to make her way to the kitchen, where the smoke was coming from.
"AGH! No one turned off the oven?" Rosemarie nearly shouted through smoked irritated eyes, scrambling and crawling to the kitchen as fast as she could, finding Doran at the oven, trying to figure out the dials on the oven. He noticed her and gave her this big smile, not even noticing the fact that the house could have caught on fire.
"Miss Host, did you get enough sleep? You were barely sleeping for an hour. By the way, how do you make it stop smoking?" Doran asked as he pointed to the smoking oven.
Rosemarie could barely say anything when they heard small footsteps running down the stairs. "Fire! Fire!" Bay cried as a splash of water landed on Rosemarie. She was soaked to the bone, eyes widen with shock and fully awake, spying the empty little bucket in Bay's hands. Bay looked at her, and she looked back at him, before dropping the bucket, "oops."
Rosemarie didn't get to say anything when she was rudely interrupted the second time with Ross barging into the kitchen, hair damp from showering and a toothbrush in his hands, "where's the fire?!" His eyes spotted Doran at the smoking oven, "what the heck?! Where you trying to cook or trying to burn the house down, goat?! Turn it off!"
Rosemarie's fist shot out, hitting Ross right in the stomach, and he doubled over as she freed herself from the soaked blanket prison. It swirled around her, landing on the floor like a torn cape from battle, and she walked up to the oven, showing Doran how to turn it off. Doran's eyes followed her as her hand left the dial, reaching for the Christmas oven mitts and she opened it, letting out a big cloud of smoke out. Doran stepped back as Rosemarie reached in and pulled out the casserole pan of the charred leftovers.
Ross groaned, rubbing his stomach in pain before his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when Rosemarie presented the charcoal disaster in front of him.
"Your dinner, you eejit."
MissReaperDeath: You have no idea how much research I had to do on my own about lizard feeding times, irish slang, and other things. I am so out of touch with common knowledge of the human body that I had to literally look up how much sleep a child needs. I'm honestly typing this at almost one in the morning on my bed, wishing I could just go to sleep but I still got other stories to work on.
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